The Teacher Reads

The teacher reads, Her lips, forming words out of erotic movements Her face, sharing handfuls of emotions Her words, hypnotizing Her eyes, racing back in forth, running up and down each paragraph. And the teacher reads, My focus is broken, Floating gently past the clouds in my head My eyes wander, loose and drunken with boredom My mind, indulging in the sweet fantasy of her fruits Thoughts, the kind that if the preacher found out He'd "send me back to mother in a cardboard box..." And the teacher reads, My surroundings come back to life, materializing before my eyes A cold drop of sweat, rolling down my neck, brings me back to reality And there's the bell.